Chapter 26

Thena slowed down, "Terra should be here." Oddly enough there were no guards around.

Byron started to shout whisper, "terra!? We are here to save you! We are Torin's fr-... People that Torin knows... Er..." He cut himself off before saying friends. After all they've only known each other for like 3 days?

Thena started talking in her normal voice, "TERRA WE ARE TORINS FRIENDS, SHOUT IF YOU CAN HEAR US!" Thena was often very loud so in the echoey dungeon it felt like she was yelling.

Down the hall of jail cells there was a single snarl and hissing sound. Leathery skin scraped against cobblestone. Byron and Thena approached the only cell that was inhabited.

Byron jumped back in surprise, *a dragon!?"

Thena grabbed the bars, "not a dragon. She's dragon kind. The jail cell wouldn't be able to hold an entire dragon."

Byron gave her a surprised look, "you mean you're familiar with dragons? Your talking like you've seen one before"

Thena smirked shortly, "of course, I am dragonkind!"

Byrons jaw fell. Byrons busy mind became an empty void filled with emptiness, there was nothing there.

Thena turned back to the bars. There, huddled against the far wall was a silver dragonkind. It was hissing and baring it's fangs.

"she's scared, Byron... And what they've done to her is horrible." Not only was the silver dragonkind scarred on various parts of its body, but it's shackled ankle was cut and bloody.
Thena seemed to be talking about something else though. "They've used the wrong stone on her..."

Byron pretended to know what that meant, "oh my gosh, that's... So... Terrible?"
At least he was trying.

Thena pulled out her own stone, "a dragonkind can transform with a dragon stone, but when they use a stone with the wrong element, it may become permanent and they lose their original color... Normally dragonkind transformations last for a couple hours tops..."

The dragon whimpered slightly as it drooped its head low. Byron finally caught on, "oh no... That IS terrible."

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Claire led me to a ladder, "well this should be it. Right where your sister is." Claire was back to her cheery self now. "After you, I'm sure you can't wait to see her again"

"yeah... I just hope she is well..." I hesitated before ascending the ladder. "What if she isn't ok?" I asked.

Claire crossed her arms, "well sitting here isn't going to make her better."

She was right, there was only one obstacle left between me and my sister. I took a deep breath. Then I grabbed the ladder and started climbing. I checked my surroundings. But something was wrong, this wasn't a dungeon. I climbed out, "Claire, where are we?" Just then I heard a clang sound come from the grate. Claire dropped it and brushed her hands together.

The room echoed from the loud clang, "hey shouldn't we be careful? There could be guards in here!" I tried to speak quietly but we were already going to be found at this rate.

Claire looked at me with a lazy smile, "oh Torin, you still haven't figured it out? I even gave you that clue on the way here! Hahahaha! It was fun toying with you." She walked past me and into the room.

"w-what?" I stammered in utter shock. I looked around the room we had entered. It was covered in ice. There were torches lining the walls of the circular room. There in the center was a statue of a king. A king holding a very familiar sword.

"welcome Torin! To the tomb of kings!" Claire held out her arms as if presenting a majestic piece of art, where she was the focal point. Tristan, the old king, was on her right. On her left was another statue, a long haired man who was swinging his sword in anger, frozen in time.

"who are you?!" I cried. Suddenly I realized I was in the presence of a very dangerous person. I prepared myself to fight. "Agnir!" But the sword didn't come. In fact it felt like agnir was asleep.

"hahaha a fool just like Tristan was... Oh my what a shame, your little swordy won't come out to play?" Claire's shoes clacked on the ice as she walked towards me. "Oh that's too bad, it would've made an amazing spectacle to fight Agnir. Oh well... I suppose I can still show you who I am. Behold my power!" She held out a blue stone that was covered in ice. It glowed brightly. Suddenly her form grew till it filled half the size of the room.

A blue dragon with white colored wings and snow dusted scales had replaced the human who was Claire. This dragon was far larger than Thena was when she transformed.

"I am Theatrice, the daughter of ice! My father was fardinand the tyrant king." Her glowing eyes peered into my soul.

"I shall rip agnir from your soul... Just like I did to my own father."